Jeongyeoreum’s spot, however, was at the very end, with a plastic table attached.
“Remember, this is your spot from now on.”
The woman had been sticking close to Manager Pyo since yesterday.
“Aren’t you going to sit? Do you want to eat standing?”
As she pressed, Manager Pyo’s face showed a smile of satisfaction.
“No, I should sit.”
“Keep to the meal times. Otherwise, you’ll go hungry.”
She brought over a metal tray and slammed it down with a ‘thud’, causing the soup to splash and side dishes to scatter.
The meal consisted of rice, soup, kimchi, and one side dish. In contrast, the employees’ table had proper dishes and a variety of side dishes.
Satisfied with her work, the woman turned to leave when Jeongyeoreum called out, “Hey.”
Turning back, she asked, “What do you want?”
“Why? We’re going to bump into each other every day. I can’t just call you ‘hey, you’, ‘this one’, ‘that one’, can I?”
“What? What did you say?”
Surprised by Jeongyeoreum’s words, the woman received a grin in response, “So, what’s your name?”
Reluctantly, she answered, “Choi Hyesook.”
“Ah, I see.”
Intrigued to hear what Ha-eun had to say, Jeongyeoreum followed her to a room filled with numerous books, resembling a library.
Ha-eun turned and said, “You need to delete that video right away. And post an explanation that it’s all a drama you created.”
“Why should I?”
Ha-eun replied mockingly, “Are you really asking ‘why’?”
“Yeah.”
Shocked, Ha-eun ran her hand through her hair, “Don’t you understand the situation?”
“No, I understand it very well. Why should I lie as you’re asking?”
“You can’t see the big picture, can you? You’ll be living in this house for 20 years. Do you think you’ll be safe after upsetting me?”
“Yes, I think I’ll be safe.”
Enraged, Ha-eun exclaimed, “You still don’t realize your position! From yesterday, you’re a maid in this house. I am the lady you should serve! How dare you talk back like this! Listen to me while I’m being nice. Otherwise, you’ll regret it!”
Calmly, Jeongyeoreum said, “I’d like to see that, then.”
“What did you say?”
“But you better do well. Otherwise, Kang Ha-eun, you’ll get destroyed by me again.”
“What? What do you mean?”
As Jeongyeoreum stepped forward, Ha-eun retreated in shock.
Smiling, Jeongyeoreum said, “Seeing you sneak in here to scold me, it seems you’d be in trouble if this got out, huh?”
“Who would be? You’re the one who should be worried!”
“I’ll handle my issues. Now, can I leave? I’m hungry; I haven’t eaten since yesterday.”
“Hey!”
At that moment, Jungmi entered the room, asking, “What are both of you doing here?”
“Nothing,” Jeongyeoreum said with a smile and left.
“What’s going on?” Jungmi asked Ha-eun.
“Just disciplining her for her bad manners,” Ha-eun answered.
Under Jungmi’s suspicious gaze, Ha-eun repeatedly insisted it was nothing.
“Why are you staring? This is going to be Jeongyeoreum’s place from now on,” a woman in her mid-thirties said to Jeongyeoreum.
The kitchen’s long wooden table was already occupied by over ten employees. Jeongyeoreum’s designated spot was at the very end, with a plastic table attached.
“This is your spot, remember it.”
The woman had been closely following Manager Pyo.
“Aren’t you going to sit? Do you plan to eat standing?”
As she pressed, Manager Pyo’s face showed a smile of satisfaction.
“No, I should sit.”
“Remember, meal times are strict. Miss it and you go hungry.”
The woman brought a metal tray and slammed it down, causing the soup to splash and the side dishes to scatter.
In contrast to the employees’ table with proper dishes and an array of side dishes, Jeongyeoreum’s meal was simple: rice, soup, kimchi, and one side dish.
As the woman started to leave, Jeongyeoreum called out, “Hey.”
The woman turned back, “What now?”
“Why? We’re going to see each other every day. I can’t keep calling you ‘hey, you’, right?”
“What do you mean?”
Confused, the woman listened as Jeongyeoreum asked, “So, what’s your name?”
Reluctantly, the woman replied, “Choi Hyesook.”
“Ah, I see.”
Jeongyeoreum pulled out a small notebook and pen from her pocket and wrote down the name.
Then she got up, approached the employees at the table, and asked, “What are your names?”
Glancing at Manager Pyo, they cautiously shared their names.
Finally, Jeongyeoreum approached Manager Pyo, “And your name?”
“Just call me Manager Pyo.”
“You seem to have a hard time hearing,” Jeongyeoreum remarked.
“What did you say?”
Suddenly, Jeongyeoreum slammed her hands on the table, causing a candle holder to fall into her soup bowl.
Outraged, she shouted at Manager Pyo, “I asked for your name! Can’t you hear?”
The employees looked on in shock.
Struggling to contain her irritation, Manager Pyo replied, “Pyo Jeong-ran.”
“Ah, I see. Pyo Jeong-ran. I thought you couldn’t hear well.”
Jeongyeoreum murmured to herself, noting the name in her notebook.
Noticing her ruined soup, she exclaimed, “Oh my, what a mess. I’ll get you a new one.”
She quickly cleared Pyo’s dishes and replaced them with her own tray.
The employees watched silently as Jeongyeoreum cheerfully said
“The side dishes are a work of art, especially this soup, it’s really refreshing. This delicious yellow croaker soup is truly a first for me. I’m impressed!”
Jeongyeoreum, giving thumbs up with both hands, brought a smile to the man’s face. However, soon he closed his mouth, possibly due to Manager Pyo’s sharp glare.
“I’ll do the dishes. Is that okay?” Jeongyeoreum approached Manager Pyo.
“Are you serious?”
“Of course. I’ve had a hearty meal, so I might as well move around a bit and work.”
Jeongyeoreum went to the sink, took out her phone, and played some upbeat dance music. She started moving to the rhythm as she put on rubber gloves, skillfully handling the dish soap and organizing the dishes.
A corner of Manager Pyo’s mouth rose in a smirk of triumph. But just as she was about to leave, Jeongyeoreum picked up a rice bowl with a golden rim – it was Ju-hwa’s bowl, a limited item only supplied to the British royal family, a prized possession of Ju-hwa.
The bowl, now in the hands covered with soapy rubber gloves, slipped.
“No!” Manager Pyo shouted.
But the porcelain bowl slipped from Jeongyeoreum’s grasp and plummeted to the marble floor.
“Oh my, it slipped?”
Jeongyeoreum chuckled and picked up another bowl. This, too, was a special soup bowl for Ju-hwa, a piece of art. It also shattered on the floor.
“Oops, slipped again?”
Manager Pyo turned pale with shock. The employees, too, were speechless, their mouths agape.
Jeongyeoreum, dancing to the music, began to throw and smash all the dishes, all while laughing heartily.
My Step-brother Is Obsessed With Me (Female-dominant)
A gentle female protagonist vs pitiful in the early stage, and a sick male protagonist in the later stage
Cheng Songer transmigrated into the body of a vicious cannon fodder female supporting character with the same name as her in a female-dominant novel.
In the original story, the cannon fodder female supporting character was inhumane, committing domestic violence, gambling excessively, being lustful, and even wanting to sell her stepbrother to a brothel for money.
As luck would have it, she just happened to transmigrate at this time.
Seeing Cheng Qingzhi biting his lip, enduring the tears in his eyes, looking pitiful, her heart softened.
She stuffed the money back into the Madam’s hand and reached out to him.
“Brother, come home with me.”
